I will fly
in the form of the moth
I will dance
with the faeries and owls

For having wings
was my only desire
to break free
to escape the box
I used to live in

The attic ghosts and shadows
stopped the haunting
'cause now
they can´t reach me

The wind is my home
my shelter
the chains
my past

My wings are broken
but I will not stop the flight

If death should embrace me
and I begin to fall

I will burst into flames
and rain in ashes
but I will never
return to ground